The doors of the throne room flung open, and you walked in with a wide grin spread across your face. Moving swiftly across the room, you sat down on your throne and let out an exaggerated sigh. Your brothers watched you with curious eyes, each one sharing a look with the other.

"May I ask, sister/brother, what made you all excited?" Aro carefully asked, hiking his leg up over the other.

Your red eyes met his, and you smirked. "Oh, nothing, just-"

"Let me guess," Marcus spoke up, already sounding annoyed. "You created an alternate reality, and made you a people to worship you?" He asked, leaning back, and shaking his head at your actions.

You gasped, and looked at him. "How did you know?!"

"This is the seventh time you've done this." Caius growls, turning his attention elsewhere.